Yeah so I’ve been cold lampin’ on this blog for a while now, mainly due to the fact that I don’t have the internets at my house and also have nothing of any real importance to say (but now one of these has changed!) Thankfully BigDubbs has enough incentive to put pen to paper or finger to keyboard or whatever and bless you suckers with some good ol’ NOTR style blog droppin’.

This drop isn’t about anything in particular its more of a “allow me to introduce myself” kinda thing so don’t expect to be leaving your computer with any kind of enlightening information or whatever maybe peep the drudge report or search something random on wikipedia?

So in the coming months you my lowly reader can come to expect from me your shrewd sage like blogalist words of wisdom on topics ranging from social commentary, politricks, sport, some reviews of some stuff and a bunch of other more shit so stay tuned.

man i love sunshine, i get solar energy like some prehistoric sail having dinosaur…

so the nicest day we’ve seen in melbs for months was more than enough reason to break out the home-cooked kebabs (beetroot tzatziki = GOAT dip), and buy a watermelon…

the combinations are endless with fruit based alcoholic beverages, but damn if the simplest aren’t the best. and when it comes to fruit and booze, watermelon just stays winning… shit is tasty as hell, its juicy and pulpy too… plus, and there can be no underplaying this fact… watermelon helmets are the business.

this summer fruit will be in full effect, fuck a slab, i’m rolling with punch in the sun.

i’d post up some snaps, but i was rockin the polaroid camera all night (thanks lady) so in a bitter twist of technology vs cool…ology i’ve now gotta scan my polaroid snaps to put up, anyway, i’ll get onto it asap.

the point of this post was not to reminisce on the weekend, but to word you up on a film i enjoyed while hard at work the other night…

Revolver – the latest Guy Ritchie number, starring Mr. Jason “One Voice for Every Occasion” Statham, and featuring some nice work by Andre 3k and that guy who played Pussy on the Sopranos.*

It’s a bit of a head-fuck, multiple plot twists kinda flick, but unlike Southland Tales for example, it doesn’t run off into bizarre Justin Timberlake singalong dance-routine bullshit, and although its not perfect, it really is pretty entertaining. Ray Liotta spends most of the film clad in his underwear, standing around in a walk-in solarium, the resulting blue-tinged leather-skin look is a fine warning for the dangers of skin cancer…

It’s no Dark Knight, but its likely to become a bit of a cult favourite, check for it.